A mage escaping a pvp battle.

You are almost about to give up watching the road and go do something else when you hear the grunts of pain echo out into the open. The grip on your axe tightens as you rush to meet whatever the enemy is not even bothering to mention to the rest of the group other than a loud roar that alerts the others. They have no idea what you're chasing and you don't either but they follow behind you despite being too slow to catch up. The only one who matches pace with you is your sister who happened to be standing by you at the time you heard it.

"God dam..I need to regain my mp. It was tough but at least I have the fucker's loot now." You aren't sure what this "Empee" will do for him, but don't really care. Of course, he doesn't even seem worried as he notices the rest of you. "I just need to wait for some mp. They can't hit for shit anyway, and even then I should survive-

You don't know what he was going to say before you swing your axe and it comes down. It's a **** swing to finally hit something as it sweeps down and...connects? More than that it hit him directly in the head.

CRITICAL!

The words ring out and you look up at the sky to wonder what god is observing your battle. There isn't much time to think about as he raises his hands to do something type of move. Then they slump immediately downwards.

CRITICAL!

You hear the words again and are **** to look at the magic man wondering what just happened. Then you see the spear lodged in his heart. Looking behind you, your sister's grin is the largest you ever seen her have as you both hold your weapons in place. You are both frozen in place in both astonishment and pride as the rest of the tribe stops their running to just stare at the two of you.

Level up!